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"I," said Van Baerle to himself, "I am worth much less than Grotius. They will hardly give me twelve stivers, and I shall live miserably; but never mind, at all events I shall live." Then suddenly a terrible thought struck him. "Ah!" he exclaimed, "how damp and misty that part of the country is, and the soil so bad for the tulips! And then Rosa will not be at Loewestein!"
Rosa hung down her head, and, nearly choking, said, "Yes, your Highness." "Go on," said the Prince to Boxtel. "I have nothing more to say," Isaac continued. "Your Highness knows all. But there is one thing which I did not intend to say, because I did not wish to make this girl blush for her ingratitude. I came to Loewestein because I had business there.
"Here I am, sir," answered Cornelius, growing rather pale, notwithstanding all his courage. "You are Dr. Cornelius van Baerle?" asked he, this time addressing the prisoner himself. "Yes, sir." "Then follow me." "Oh! oh!" said Cornelius, whose heart felt oppressed by the first dread of death. "What quick work they make here in the fortress of Loewestein.
He might one day find Loewestein dull, or the air of the place unhealthy, or the gin bad, and leave the fortress, and take his daughter with him, when Cornelius and Rosa would again be separated. "Of what use would the carrier pigeons then be?" said Cornelius to Rosa, "as you, my dear girl, would not be able to read what I should write to you, nor to write to me your thoughts in return."
When I looked at the Bible of your godfather Cornelius, I was resolved to bring back to you your bulbs, only I did not know how to accomplish it. I had, however, already formed the plan of going to the Stadtholder, to ask from him for my father the appointment of jailer of Loewestein, when your housekeeper brought me your letter. Oh, how we wept together!
"You have a father at Loewestein?" "Yes, your Highness." "You do not love him?" "I do not; at least, not as a daughter ought to do, Monseigneur." "It is not right not to love one's father, but it is right not to tell a falsehood." Rosa cast her eyes to the ground. "What is the reason of your not loving your father?" "He is wicked." "In what way does he show his wickedness?"
He had so intently watched this tulip, followed it so eagerly from the drawer in Cornelius's dry-room to the scaffold of the Buytenhof, and from the scaffold to the fortress of Loewestein; he had seen it bud and grow in Rosa's window, and so often warmed the air round it with his breath, that he felt as if no one had a better right to call himself its producer than he had; and any one who would now take the black tulip from him would have appeared to him as a thief.
The tulip once being in flower, and it being quite certain that it is perfectly black, you must find a messenger." "If it is no more than that, I have a messenger quite ready." "Is he safe?" "One for whom I will answer, he is one of my lovers." "I hope not Jacob." "No, be quiet, it is the ferryman of Loewestein, a smart young man of twenty-five." "By Jove!"
Whilst the events we have described in our last chapter were taking place, the unfortunate Van Baerle, forgotten in his cell in the fortress of Loewestein, suffered at the hands of Gryphus all that a prisoner can suffer when his jailer has formed the determination of playing the part of hangman.
This evening none of those little noises broke the silence of the lobby, the clock struck nine, and a quarter; the half-hour, then a quarter to ten, and at last its deep tone announced, not only to the inmates of the fortress, but also to all the inhabitants of Loewestein, that it was ten. This was the hour at which Rosa generally used to leave Cornelius.
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